Sample 07/31/09 - Syren Sexton BTS
A Smoldering Syren
We originally met Syren Sexton during the first UKAP party in the summer of 2008. She had attended the party with a fellow producer from the north of England, where she also lives. [Just so we're clear here, having seen Syren in action now, we have offered some alternate places that she could consider residing. So far we have not received an email reply. We blame Internet Gremlins.] We had a few chats with her and spent most of the night bumping into her (not that kind of bumping!) as we went around the party. Apart from Syren's good looks, while I was chatting with someone else I heard her say, “Maverick is such a nice guy,” so she clearly has a lot going for her. [Also, busty blondes seem to always impress Mav. You may have noticed.]
Okay, I know you might think that might be silly, but I believe being nice to someone goes a long way. [Actually we really just think Mav's easy. Of course in fairness to the lad, Syren probably finds most men (and a big number of women) easy to deal with.] So for that reason, after the party we kept in contact with Syren via email (luckily she had given us a business card) seeing when the best time to do a shoot would be. [She clearly has a method, albeit seemingly without the madness.] Syren had quickly become very popular, and it would take us until May 2009 to finally be able to schedule this shoot. She would be booked up solidly for 2 or 3 months ahead! Worth the wait we think. [You'll have to see all of the Syren shoots, but you'll be able to figure out why Maverick, in particular, considered this worth waiting for. Personally, we'd shoot Syren every week, at least until we got caught.]
According to Syren, she took her name from the Greek Mythology about Sirens who sang and drew sailors towards their songs and made them crash upon rocks. [Here's some advice to all you young people out there: Be very wary of women that consider themselves dangerous.] She changed the “i” to a “y” and thus had Syren, and she explained that she for its releveance to her job (the “sex” bit, as “ton” can also be an English slang term for “a lot”). [Yeah, we have that same expression over here in America too, but our tons have pounds, while Mav's money has pounds. All in all, it seems better to have a ton of money rather than a lot of weight, come to think of it. (As it ha' pence – speaking of money.)] I can see how that could come about, but I think the “sex” is the relevant part. Sorry, no first pet or the street you lived on names for this lady. I know Lucky will throw a pun in here. [Sorry. Shot my wad on the half a penny in Brit money joke. Need to recharge … However, I will reiterate that Syren could use any name she wanted to should she suddenly desire to be our pet and live on our street.]
This shoot shaped up as different from the start. For one thing, during my research of the net to see what Syren had done already, we found out that she had done a couple of Cream Pie scenes. So in an email we asked her if she still did shoots up to that level and she replied that "of course" she still did. [She just gets better and better, doesn't she?] Well, I know what you’re all thinking, and you’d be right. We decided we'd shoot some scenes for the site with protection and one in a new venue for our group. First of all, I thought Syren would be a great model to do a certified shoot with and second, it would also let us learn some important things. Because of the nature of our site we've never really had to see how we here in England go about getting certs and how similar the system might be to the one in the US with A.I.M. (and with all certs going through one organization). [Uh-huh. Purely Scientific Reasons. … We use that one too.]
At the start of May, I headed to a private health care centre in the middle of London and after filling in a form waited to be seen by a doctor. [I did ask Mav about this, and apparently even a place not "in the middle of London" can be a "centre" too. … Even aside from the spelling it seems like a confusing place.] After a few minutes I was called in and the doctor explained the procedure and the risks involved with the adult industry. I must admit I was nervous at first, but the doctor took me through a list of questions for a medical history and then took some blood from my arm. I remember the last time I had something like this done in a hospital and my arm was left bruised for several days after. This doctor knew (thankfully) how to draw blood, though, and I didn’t get a bruising at all. There wasn’t even a bit of blood from where he took the blood. There then followed an examination and the doctor explained everything as he went along. [Well if they explain what they're going to do first, you might go screaming away into the street and not pay them.]
After that it was time to piss into a bottle, or more like small plastic collection bottles. I’d been told not to pee for three hours before appointment, so to be frank I was bursting to pee. [TMI, dude! TMI! … (but funny, so I left it in).] With that done, the doctor got the nurse to test the samples and gave me the all clear on the urine and the test for HIV. I’d have to wait three days for the other results, but it did end up being a quick and painless procedure … well apart from my wallet which would be lighter £225(around $360 USD at the time of writing this report.) 
[What men will do for … well, we should put another picture here and save 1,000 words.]
I did eventually have to visit the centre again, as I hadn’t heard anything by the end of that week. [And he was in a hurry, and all.] After all that travel, I found that they were only open in the afternoons. [This, of course, being a little detail he might have discovered had his mind not been on the object of all these efforts during his first visit.] Finally the cert did come through the post, and I passed with flying colours! Everything was negative, which was good in this case. [A negative can often be a good thing, depending on how you approach the issue, if you think about it. Considering that Mav's very excited at this point in the story, however, perhaps it would be best if we did not wander too philosophically afar.]
You do get nervous waiting for the results, even though you know you haven’t been, as we English say, “been dipping it where it shouldn't be.” Syren even joked in emails the days while I waited for the results that was I sure I didn’t have anything crawling around or have an itch. If we ever chose to do another certified shoot, I’ll be going back to this place and even now they offer people in the industry a discount if they become regular visitors to the centre. I mean to keep your certs up to date and it’s within 30 days you’d pay £125 instead of the £225 (so you save around $100 USD). I’d never been to the A.I.M. clinic so can’t comment on how it compared, but I sure Lucky will drop in a comment about that here. [You mean like I'm absolutely certain that Mr. Maverick would run right over to the A.I.M. clinic were he to find a U.S. porn star willing to shoot a cream pie scene with him? That kind of comment?]
Fast forward to the day of the shoot. [… which we're all quite sure he did.] I headed out to the shoot location, once again our friend Trash's place in sunny Brighton, on the south coast of England. You might remember it from the pictures and videos from our Cate Harrington shoot. [Yeah, right. That's what we noticed about the Cate shoot – the furniture.] Since we’d last shot there, Trash has acquired some soft light boxes that made the pictures of Syren come out really well in the sets we shot on a sofa. [For you new people here, propriety dictates that I mention that our friend Maverick has not always had lighting foremost in his mind when he gets to the part where the young woman is finally about to get naked for him. Ah, youth … ]
While I waited for Syren to arrive, I found out that Trash would be going over to the Erotica L.A. convention the following month. [Without putting too fine a point on it, you can be certain that there happened to be a wide variety of trash at this event. Of course this explains why we enjoy it so.] We talked about hopefully bumping into each other during the convention, and we did briefly did bump into Daisy Rock and him during the convention. While Trash was looking after his pet dog Lupo, the door entry system rang announcing Syren's arrival. I went out to get the door for her and was greeted not only by Syren, but also her boyfriend Ben Dover! Syren had told me they were going out, but didn’t know that he would be dropping her off at the shoot. [I actually know Ben a bit, and can say with some certainty that he has his own unusual list of charms – not the least of which being an admirable ability to regularly hook up with young beautiful women. (Bastard.)]
Of course, I managed to lock us all in the lobby and had to call Trash’s mobile (cell) to come and open the apartment door. [Of course he did.] The Syren Effect was making its presence felt. You know what I mean if you’ve ever met Kristal Summers or Dee in person, your mind reverts back to its childhood, and you forget whatever you were supposed to be doing! Ben introduced himself and hugged Syren and told her he'd be back to pick her up after the shoot. [During one of Maverick's very first visits to Los Angeles, he actually walked into a trash dumpster just looking at a car that he'd just learned belonged to Kristal Summers. You have to look around a bit (and be a member) to read that story, though, but the laughing will make it worthwhile.]
Once inside, and having carried Syren’s big case of outfits up to the spare room we’d use as a changing (etc.) room, we got the paperwork out of the way. With releases filled in and having showed each other our certs we were ready to shoot. [Well, at least Maverick undoubtedly was "ready to shoot" – as it were.]
We’d prepped our usual list of behind the scenes questions and did our research on the model. [Interesting way to put it, don't you think? On the upside, at least with this shoot he managed not to lose the list of their carefully prepared questions once the woman took her clothes off. That was a bonus.] We found out that Syren had also been over to the Miami convention early that month, and she’d told us about her being a ring beauty at the Pain & Glory fight meet a couple days before our shoot so we would ask her about that during her BTS interviews. [Maybe I'm just a jaded American, but would not all fights by definition be of the "Pain & Glory" variety?]
We started with some BTS footage of Syren going through her case looking for outfits while we asked her a couple of our questions. [Good. Start simply.] Syren had related in her emails that she loves playing up to the camera, already demonstrating this enjoyment as she found one outfit, started to get changed, and then asked me if I wanted to make sure her boobs were real by feeling one! [Yeah, that happens all the time with women out here. … Really. Swear.] I can verify that her breasts are real, a nice handful at 32C and she has nipples that though probably don’t beat Dee's, do give Dee a close run for their money. [Well, in life many of us believe that the list starts with Dee and then everybody else ties for second place. What's not to like about nipples?] Sadly, we didn't think to see if we could hang a CD from Syren's nipples. That will be something for next time. [Maverick seems to be getting more professional, right? Already planning for next time, and all. … Speaking of that, we'll have to wait until next time to hear about how the shoot itself went, it seems. This would be just a guess, but considering that the woman is indeed about to get seriously naked, there will likely be "a little less talk and a lot more action" in that account. BTW, a keen understanding of American Country Music, while not required for members here, can add a lot to your enjoyment. (At the very least you should humor us. We're sensitive.)]
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[By the way, as they apparently do in England, in order to keep an "active" status, U.S. porn performers get tested every 30 days, and the vast majority of them do use one of the "A.I.M." (Adult Industry Medical) locations. The general battery of tests currently costs $120, but that includes the PCR DNA test for HIV as well as tests for chlamydia and gonorrhea, the latter two infections being much more common in this line of work, and also altogether icky, even though decidedly less disastrous. … And I included that last part just to prove to Maverick that we can write sentences with long strings of dependent clauses over here in America too.]
